It Was Pretty Much Because Of Me.

See, we've been a fan of Swheatscoop litter for eons. But you know me–I love to dig and kick and generally have as much fun as I can in the box. Well, all these litter bits were getting deeply stuck in my fur because–as you may not know–I am totally electric, all the time! So my mom would pet me, and a ton would come off, and I'd groom, and a half-ton would wind up in my tummy, and no amount of brushing eliminated all of it. Plus, the dust. This really showed on me.

Anyway, one day when Mom was at the cat store she was looking at litter and thought she'd try this fine-grained clay litter, and last Wednesday night she figured she'd put it out. Well, we all used it but we all hated it–it wasn't dusty or anything, just not good with odor control. Mom hated it just as much–she could smell the clay all through the house. Plus, it was heavy and gritty and hard to keep clean. Four days of that was all Mom could take.

So that led her to get Feline Pine. Now, when I first moved in with Mom, that's what was in the box, so this was no big deal to me. And Bustle Boy, he's fine with it, too. But the girls! What a pack of princesses. The kangaroo made Olivia pee on the Pee Queen's mat, and her bladder is the size of a Brahma bull's compared to PQ's lima bean-sized bladder! Mom was just so thrilled! So now there's yet another box with mostly Swheatscoop and like two pellets of FP, just for them.

Of course, Russell and I use it too just to bug them.

So there you have it. I like the smell of the FP–it smells like Home Depot!–but if the girls can't get over themselves, I guess I'll have to go back to being the Electric Boy With Litter Bits On Him.



P.S. If you saw some other title before–please ignore it. Obviously I'm just a niphead.